Whooo-boy am I glad to be back in my own kitchen, you guys! Back where the only gluten exists in bagels snuck into my home by my husband who should probably stop doing that. Back in the U.S.A. where gluten-free menus are plentiful and gluten-free knowledge is (sometimes) right on. Yes, I know I’m being awfully sunny about the state of dining out in America, but after negotiating gluten in a foreign country I realize it’s pretty good here. Again, sometimes. Not this time. But this time! And this time, too.
Before I get into all my travel reviews, of which there are many, I have a few things to say/confess/holler. The main one being, with a few exceptions, I have no idea if the gluten-free food I ate was 100% safe. I mean, I asked, I researched, I made myself clear, I had people reassure me . . . but physically I had no way of knowing (again, except for a few specific times in 100% gf restaurants) if I was getting some cross-contact up in me. Because, lucky me, I was already a tad bit sick in the ol’ tum-tum starting with my first trip to Colorado and never really recovered. So checking to see if I had a safe meal via my physical symptoms was not an option for me on any of these trips. Which is a bummer since I went full Paleo in the 5 days between travel when I was home, but it was not quite long enough to get everything back in working order. But this brings me to my list of things to always do when you leave your home for a family trip, vacation, or other journey. Hooray! Continue reading